Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Darkened Light ❯ Tears of Blood ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Tears

Hello there my fellow readers. I'd lie to say this is my first attempt at an angst story, so don't kill me if you hate it, okay? I want to keep this short, so here you go.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that pertains to the original characters created by Kazuki Takahashi. Well without further ado the story!

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He sat in the darkened half of the room, on his bed. He wasn't feeling all to good, but no one cared. He coughed roughly, but still no one cared. Crystalline tears began their almost daily trek down his cheeks, yet no one would ever notice. Though he knew the tears he hated so much were falling, he ignored them. He seemed to ignore it all as of late. The newfound pain of betrayal lingered with him. Burning at his very soul, constantly reminding him of how they had lied to him, how they had turned their backs to him.

A lone word escaped the young boy's mouth, "...why..." He didn't seem to trust his voice, for as he spoke that lone word his voice began to quaver. Just like so many things before in his life, his voice was beginning to betray him.

"H-how could you...I-I thought you said y-you'd always be there f-for me..." He spoke softly; not really talking to anyone, on one that is, except the darkness... "You lied, h-how c-could you lie..." His voice was just above a whisper. A whisper that no one would hear, a whisper that if heard no one would care. "I-it's not f-fair...Y-you said I c-could trust you…" The tears began to thicken; the emotions in his voice could easily be determined. Though hatred could be heard, sadness and betrayal were the ruling emotions his quavering voice held. "You s-said you'd n-never l-leave me..."

As those last few words left his mouth he couldn't take it any longer. A burst of emotions, those of which he had tried so hard to keep hidden, had hit him in a rush. Against his wishes he began to sob, he wanted to stop. He wouldn't let people think he was weak, he couldn't.

He succeeded in subduing his sobs, although the almost ever-present tears of salt water continued to trail his pinked cheeks.

He wiped the tears away, though only succeeding in momentarily delaying the falling salt-water rivers that would return to flowing down his cheeks. "How..." he paused to take in a deep breath, "H-how could y-you l-leave me all alone..." The young boy questioned to on one, and yet, he questioned to everyone.

He sat there in the darkest part of his room for a long time. He didn't want to move, for he feared that he would do something wrong. He just sat there, his knees brought to his chin and arms wrapped around them. The hated tears had returned; they were flowing down his cheeks, he didn't care. As they began to seep into his shirt, he just ignored the cold feeling they brought to him.

As he sat, tears continuously falling, his mind began to wonder. The young boy started to think about earlier events in his life. Times of which he could smile and mean it. When he was able to laugh and not care what anyone else thought or said about him. Unfortunately for the young boy, his door slammed open, causing his thoughts of the past to be interrupted.

Somewhat startled, the boy raised his head from his knees and looked towards the doorway. A man who appeared to be in his late 20's to early 30's stood there. The boy's eye's, which were of the utmost brilliant shade of amethyst, -though somewhat dull and held little emotion- met with those of the man's cruel, unforgiving crimson red ones. He wouldn't show it, but the young boy was scared. Though he would not let the man standing before him gain the satisfaction of knowing that.

"I told you to keep quiet you ungrateful little brat!" The man yelled roughly at the young boy. His harsh tone was unforgiving and full of hatred. He growled under his breath towards the young boy sitting in the darkness. "I've done so much for you, you bustard! The least you could do for me is respect my wishes!"

Against the boy's own wishes, he shivered under the man's voice. He tried his best to stop his shacking, but he couldn't. The man had walked from the doorway towards the bed he sat on. Out of reflex the young boy scooted towards the wall his bed was lied against. "I-I'm s-sorry...I-I'll be q-quiet n-next t-time..." stuttered the young boy.

The man had reached the bed; he grabbed the young boy by an arm and pulled him roughly to the ground. "I didn't tell you, you could speak, brat!" He looked down on the little boy and glared, a glare of which was full of pure hatred. "Don't do it again! Do you hear me?!" As the man yelled, he began to kick the young boy.

With each kick the boy received, a coppery taste in his mouth began to strengthen. It was no mystery what was causing the odd taste, for it was not a new occurrence for the youth.

Those unwanted tears had burst their boundaries as the boy shut his eyes tightly when he replied to the man. "Y-yes sir...I-I promise I'll n-never do it again..."

A scowl had crossed the man's features. His face contorted, and he looked down at he boy again. "You had better not you brat. Or I'll have to teach you a lesson!" as he yelled, the young boy began to cough roughly, which only angered the man more. "Shut up brat!" he kicked the boy one final time and turned his back to the boy. "Next time listen to me! Do you understand, you little whelp?!" Afraid to use his voice, for it might bring him more unneeded pain, he nodded.

An uneasy silence had begun to settle into the room. The boy thought -hoped- the man would leave. He held his breath and the urges to cough; he didn't want to give the man a reason to linger any longer.

To the boy's relief, the man simply huffed, then began to head back towards the door. He grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut, leaving the boy to pick himself up from the floor.

It was a good thing the man had left, for the boy almost immediately began to have a coughing fit. The coppery tasting substance in the boy's mouth began to mix with saliva. Each time he coughed the coppery tasting mixture of blood and saliva exited his mouth in small crimson colored droplets, which had begun to fall onto the ground before him.

The floor had been carpeted and you could see multiple speckles of red that dotted the carpet in numerous different places. "I'm s-sorry daddy..." whispered the boy quietly to the darkness."I'm sorry I m-made mommy go away...it's m-my fault..."

Repetitively, the young boy kept telling the darkness of how he had messed up, how he had ruined everything. Although he would constantly blame himself, the most often whispered phrase to leave his mouth were just two simple words.

"I'm sorry" were what would leave his mouth most often. For those two simple words could sum up to so much more.

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Okay, there ya go, chapter one! Please leave me a review and tell me if you enjoyed this chapter, and if I should continue on with this story. That's all for now folks, Ja'ne!